Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
My dear friends,
This poem is my 500th post here, but more importantly it is my first poem about my father...I revere and respect him to the fullest possible extent... but that doesn't seem to be enough to me, so I wish to give him a nice poem as a gift for Father's day (June 18th)...So please let me know if this is appropriate and what can be changed to make it appropriate and better....
I thank your support in advance... Here goes...
My Father, My Hero
A passing thought, a vision, I saw an image deep in his eyes,
A source of love, tender affection, given without compromise.
I recall the many times that he had stood, by my side,
and prodded me on with great vigour and even greater pride.
His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair,
Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care.
The power, the might of his hands was so sure,
I knew, with his presence, there was nothing I wouldn't endure.
'Tis true, my teachers provided me educational insight,
Whilst mother, she dedicated her flaming love, her caring light,
Yet, he laid the foundation that let me stand upright,
He was the one who taught me what was right.
He's the grandest of men to have stepped on this earth,
Most commanding of generals, a most serene personality.
Although he's neither royal by stature nor a high priest by birth,
He will remain forever, the emperor for my supreme loyalty.
A man of great dignity, honour and strength,
Merits are noble, and of admirable length.
Displaying greater valour in climbing life's unfair stairs,
Oft showing the grandeur of life lived, with steps ever so fair.
He's the one, who strengthened my tiny, unsure paces
The one, who gave me courage, to fly in free spaces
He's far greater than any man that I know, 'tis true
He's my dad, my friend, my mentor, my hero too.
A year from now, when sixty, he'll look not more than forty
A pool of wisdom, filled with life's measures aplenty,
I bow in deep respect and seek out his footprints,
Steps that I take will follow as ever his confident sprints.
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall
[This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 06-07-2000).]